The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1887-12-15
l'IsI- w EEK [. y. EDITION

instantly. Olive looked UP at heripre-s
server, whispered one word with her
white lips, frank" and tainted, but
whether from pain. or surprise lie could
not tell. THEY bore her tenderly home,
Franz Curtlss almost frantic in his re-
more, for no ono else was horned
Many hands soon tore down the burnt
curtain, and extinguished the spreading
flames. But Olive lay tor many days,
lowering between life and death, before
tho change came, and she began to re-
cover. The burns had not been severe,
but the shock to her nervous system,
the doctors said had Frustrated her. s.
Franz Curtlss sent flowers every day,
and often came himself to inquire after
her, until one day white slender
maiden met him in tho parlor, aud to
his earnest pleadings gave so decided a
0no, J" he was perforce compelled to re-
linquish his fond hopes s
II Iwould ldvise a few weeks in the
country" said her doctor one morning,
'out among old friends and associa-.
tons" NJ
And Olive, smiling family, took hls
advice to heart, and went to the old
farm once more.
'Oh, Olivel'' cried Nellie Morton, as
she kissed her welcome; sis this Olive?
really and truly our friend2n
"Yes, really your old Olive, and no
other" smiled the invalid. 81 grew
homesick for the old fields and home,
and 80 came. Icould stay away no
longer" .G
But however much she desired to
meet Frank and learn Of his strange
and opportune appearance at the ball,
she held her peace until one day as she
wandered out in the green grove near
the old farmhouse, he chanced upon
her.
81 am most happy to find you so
nearly recovered, Miss Oliye,'' he said,
sleF F3ancied coldly.
"Thank you, Frank. L.. You
know TO whom I owe my slight
wounds, If not my life, and--and- ----3
But she could go no further, she was
still weak and i'll; and the tears flowed
readily.
The tears rendered Frank reckless of
consequences. and he cried out in
husky voice: solve, my Lowell my
darlingl Why do you weep? I thought
you were 80 happy, and to be married
soon.n
II am not!' she cried indignantly,
fseither happy or going to be married.
&; And YOU never caine to see me or ask
afterrne all those day g, 5'
s.E"Ohln exclaimed Frank, q faint light
breaking upon him. "Why, you fool
ish girl. called many times, and tile
doctor--one of my old classmates sent
me word every day in regard to your,
progress, for, Olive, poor and common
farmer as I am, have continued to,
love you, even when knew you were a
great heiress and SO far above me; and
when l gathered those apple-blossorns
the longing to behold you again, myself
unseen, was uncomfortable, hence my
sudden appearance in time Of need. 1
know / am presuming," he added in q
sorrowful voice, putting his arm around
her tenderly, reverently. 81 will make
this the last time l ever 80 far forget,
myself, but oh, Olive, my lost love,
shall love you till die.n
But her arms werc flung around his
neck, and her bright face raised from
his breast rs she answered. ''What is
wealth, fashion, or all the world, with
out you, Frank? Nothing, nothing to
me. How blind you have been not to
see it long ago."
And Frank married an heiress, and
was happy notwithstanding.